"Get up and move for it is time to leave the premises which you called your sweet abode."  With reluctance, the heart moves  glancing longingly at the  junctures strewed across the place The walls are now empty and bare but the laughter still echoes where the precious moments hung  They hold and keep on tugging  at the heart's sleeve, buzzing with  warmth of the past remembrances  Slowly, it picks them, yearning to carry them all, though knowing well  what happens in the end Fragments of recollections, Like shards of glass, pierce the heart and a part breaks to stay behind